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Monday, April 25th, 2005
7:00 pm
[yrcoversblown]
1812 lives on!
Saturday, March 19th, 2005
12:03 pm
[yrcoversblown]
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Christ The King parking lot ain't never seen so much action in it's life.
Friday, February 25th, 2005
12:14 am
[sometimesplanes]
We came, we saw, we conquered!
Just got home, a bit tired. We all are.
I'll elaborate.

The night starts out, Tipdon and I go get Tom, who we then take to the statium. Now this statium here, is a very curious monstrosity. Curious enough that we decided to invade would be the only reasonable action.
It was gated with a barbed wire fence and locked, but we found bars towards the front entrance I was skinny enough to slip through. Tipdon and Tom had to boost themselves over them.
We walk around, we explore. We stand in the middle of the football feild and are the only ones there, one of my favorite experiences of my life. We run in circles around the feild, christien the goal post with "1812", then start to explore the bleachers around the skybox.
Up around the skybox, there is a little space between the wall and the boxes that you see the entrance from. Tom sees headlights.
"Is that a police car?" "Yes." "Go." "Wait.." "You got anything on you?" "Yes." "Throw it out, now." "Okay."
Police car waiting outside, directly infront of the only way we know to get out. We don't see a person in the driver's seat, so we assume they're inside looking for us.
We sneak halfway across the feild, through the bleachers as quietly as possible, then down through the hallway area, to the entrance we came in. We see no police car, so we assume he left, so we're loudly boasting over our victory. We were almost sure he was gone, because we'd heard sirens moving away a second ago. That is, until we saw the headlights.
His car was coming towards us. We smoothly bend down to hide behind the heaters we were standing by. He drove right past us, and his lights pointed at us, but he kept on driving to his real emergency.

We peel out of there like bats out of hell.

Kind of dissapointed we lost our stuff, and proud, and idiots, we go back. I stand watch in the car. They don't find it, but we had accomplices this time, and even though they didn't find anything it was still good of them.

Not only did The War of 1812 conquer once, but twice!
Saturday, February 26th, 2005
12:13 am
[sometimesplanes]

There was me, that is Zadie, and my three droogs, that is Tom, Tipdon and McClennan and we sat in the Sturbridge park trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Sturbridge neighborhood park has a pool, pavillion, and miscellous park equipment. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. Our pockets were full of money so there was no need on that score, but, as they say, money isn't everything.


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